Secrets; Maylor

1

Brian

I nervously sat at my located desk in my new English class for the year. I was finally in grade eleven. My knee violently bounced up and down at the side of my desk before a beautiful, ginger haired, young woman bumped into my knee.

"I'm s-so sorry." I said awkwardly with a weak smile. She glanced up, giving me a view of her striking, iced eyes. She gave me a bright smile and a small 'it's okay' before strutting off, sitting next to one of her lady friends I presume.

I turned around in my seat to see a man with short, blonde hair with his back facing me. The chatter and laughter soon dialled down as he violently scribbled on the blackboard at the front of the classroom.

He spun around on the heels of his shoes, "Hi class! I'm Mr Taylor." He gestured to the board that had his name on it, "And, I'll be your English teacher for this year." He beamed.

His hair was shaggy and messy- it was evident he never brushed it. He wore a white, collared, sleeved shirt, and a leather jacket over it with lime green pants. His pants made me cringe.

"Sooooo..." He drifted off, the class blankly staring at him, "W-wheres the chalk?" He mumbled to himself, bending down before a student at the back of the class threw a piece at him, making the class erupt in laughter. Mr Taylor shot a surprised look to the class before the 'chalk-throwing-dumbass' was spotted by him.

Of course, It was Freddie Bulsara. He was actually not that bad, but sometimes he decided to be an idiot. We've had a few conversations about music in the past (grade ten), he was a big music nerd like me. He loved Rock but also 'loved' musicians like Aretha Franklin, Barbra Streisand or Mahalia Jackson- an interesting combination. I'm a very observant person so, sometimes I see him being more introverted than other days, like he had two personalities. It was quite strange, but I'd love to get to know him.

"Wait outside of the classroom, now!" Mr Taylor's voice boomed, causing the class to make loud 'oohs', "No need for the sound effects, I have my wife to do that for me when I tell her about this disrespectful class!" Freddie, awkwardly walked passed me while the class fell silent. "This class is not for bludgers or goofs. So, I suggest you stop wiggling your asses in your seats and pay attention." He ordered before walking out, and talking to Freddie.

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I picked at my food in the cafeteria, making a disgusted face at the mashed potatoes staring at me. I eyed every student that walked past because I had nothing else to do- how fun. A loud clank from a plastic tray echoed with a loud 'SHIT!' I twisted my head around in confusion to see Freddie from my English class with splatters of milk on him, standing in front of my table.

"Fuck!" He yelled quietly, violently rubbing his shirt with his fingers. I awkwardly just sat there, Freddie standing next to me before he said, "Scoot, lovey." 

I shuffled further down the bench, giving Freddie some room to take a seat. 

"So, tell me why you're sitting alone, my dear?"

"So, tell me why you're sitting next to me, my love?" I mimicked as he rolled his eyes.

"Well, I'm nice, and saw you sitting alone, actually." He nodded, picking up his fork and shoving a small piece of carrot into his mouth.

"Where have you been the last year? I always sit alone."

"Well, not since-" 

"What do you want?" I asked, becoming annoyed. I know damn well what he was about to say.

"To give you good company." He began to cut into his ham which made my stomach churn. 

"Where are your friends?" I asked, shoving a piece of broccoli into my mouth. He shrugged as if he didn't really care which was strange. It was weird because Freddie and I have never even had a conversation this long before, and here he was, eating lunch with me, "Is it because of what happened this morning?" 

"Mr Taylors' a fag." He said suddenly which made my eyes widen, "Jesus, someone looks queer...besides me." He eyed me up and down- he must of noticed my shocked expression. Everyday that word was used and overlooked but...uh...it was just surprising coming from Freddie.

"Shut up. I just didn't expect to hear that word coming from you." He rolled his eyes at me and continued eating. 

Everybody in the school knew Freddie was gay, known as 'The Only Gay Boy Here'. Even though he fucking wasn't, I was too. Nobody knew. It was a shock for the school (but was it?) to hear Freddie was queer, but everybody kind of forgot eventually. Freddie's flamboyant, charming attitude covered his sexuality soon enough, and everything returned to how the way it was in a matter of only a few months. I was jealous of him for that. I'm already an outcast, I don't even have one friend. Imagine how much shit I'd cop if I came out. 

"Okay, but why are you actually sitting with me? I barely know you." I pushed my food away, I couldn't look at it anymore. It was disgusting.

"I'm getting sick of the big group, you know?"

"No."

"Well, I- yeah. It's not that good to have lots and lots of friends, when you realise it. Everybody just begins to feel like an acquaintance which just makes you feel lonely." I had to roll my eyes at him- I didn't fucking know anyone anymore. Not after the incident. "I know it's not as bad as having no friends but it still sucks. I wanted to sit with you for a change. Maybe we can start hanging out and be mates." He smiled. 

Soon enough, the bell went, and Freddie and I made our seperate ways to our allocated classes. I was really warming up to Freddie, it's been so long since I've had a good conversation with someone my age that isn't a relative.